“Nabokov writes prose the only way it should be written, that is, ecstatically.” -- John UpdikeWe must live ecstatically. Burying a seed in the ground is an act of faith. That it, in the absence of your observation, transforms, undergoing processes that bring it back to you, to light, a leaf, or perhaps first a cotyledon. Like love. It is impossible to fully enter another's subjective state. It defies explanation. And it is certainly not unlike submitting applications and believing in a response. And that in this search, you will find what you are looking for.
Because this is actually a post about searching for work in the U.S.A. in the year 2010, with three new letters after my name. Because sometimes when you believe yourself capable of doing anything, and you've stood on the pinnacle of indecision for too long, it is necessary for the wave function to collapse and simply allow a single trajectory of events. Allow something to happen. A single course of action. Preferably before the end of this May. And I thank you, my readers, for your assistance in forwarding my CV to those who might find me useful.
Jade Q. Wang - Science CV
Jade Q. Wang - Non-science CV
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